Shining Monarchs galore
Spark like orange flames
Upon some bright, summery trees
And soak up the glorious morning sun rays
In a soft, cerulean breeze.
It's the butterflies' last hurrah
At this seashore
Before their long south bound trip.
On purple and gold blossoms
They cluster, too,
And pure, flowery nectars sip.
They will soon take to the blue heavens
Above
With herculean wings flying
Then vector right,
From northern skies
To Mexico
Where celestial dreams sing!
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